Or, Taking Time for Yourself and Your Photography
Many decades ago, I came up with a new verb phrase, “to go splat.” No, that does not mean to do a face plant into your dinner plate. For me, it is utterly relaxing. No work … at least for a bit. We all need time to recharge. There is a reason, my blogs have been infrequent this summer. Arnie and I are on the go all the time, and I don’t know about you, but I need to go splat once in a while.
Before I go on, the images in this blog are some of my all-time favorites, none of which was done in any of our workshops. They all came out of ideas I garnered while observing nature, leading trips in the wilderness, going to museums and looking at paintings, browsing through photography books, etc. that later translated into images. They have sold as fine-art prints, been exhibited in museums and exhibitions, and/or published in well-known publications.
With our house safely under the watch of our house-sitters, we take time in New Hampshire every year to go splat. We have an annual reunion each August of four childhood buddies and their “spice” (my plural for spouse). We enjoy the lake, one of the cleanest in the state, watch the loons, catch up, dine together each night, rotating among houses, play corn hole (a real game, please), charades, and often laugh ourselves silly until tears streak down our faces and our bellies hurt.
There is the old expression, “All work and no play makes John [we could each put our own names in here] a dull boy [girl/woman/man].
Sometimes in our workshops, Arnie will have our participants each find a spot they like and sit for 10-20 minutes, just Continue reading